Borrowed Blood
During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's.
I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice.
[This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!]
[Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!]
[And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!]
My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?"
I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead.
"No divorce. Since he isn't our child anyway, let's throw him away."
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